A perfectly clean school floor would quickly become scuffed by a boy running through the halls. The boy had brown curly hair that reached just down to his neck, and he was wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a light blue cotton jacket. He would swiftly be followed by a group of three jerks who he may or may not have poured a full bucket of ice water over as payback for a swirly they gave him the day before.
"Get back here scrawny!"
"You goobers know I weigh a solid 80!"
The boy turns the corner in the hall and notices the janitor's mop bucket, fresh from cleaning the aforementioned floor, and tips it over. (Sorry Jack.) The chasers would turn the corner and slip on the hazard,
"Oh crap!" "Woooooooah?" "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
with one getting a nice little floor burn as he fell down with his comrades in jerkery.
"Hahahaha, oh thank God…..Ah!"
Oh right, there's four.
As the boy gets blasted in the face by a door opened by goonie number 4, he takes a nice clothesline to the face and falls flat on his back.
"So Matt, care to explain why you gave my boys a shower back there?"
"Oh shut up Marcus, you know exactly wh-, GEH!"
As he stands up, jerkazoid supreme gives Matt a gut punch that sends him back to the ground, as he has an evil smirk on his face.
"Oh Summons, you know that was a rhetorical question. Now stay down and take your ass whooping, alright?"
I'm Matt Summons, and I'm about to get my butt kicked.
As he pulls me up, he gives me a couple more shots to the guy, and as I fall down, I take a couple kicks to my ribs, till I hear my momentary savior, Principal Spears.
"Mr. Thomas, Harris, Jacobs And Rome!"
There wasn't a quieter room on planet earth than the hallway in PS:57. As I get myself into a sitting position, I look on as Principal Spears absolutely tears into the goober squad.
"SO MAY I ASK WHAT WAS THE REASON YOU WOULD ATTACK A DEFENSELESS STUDENT AT THE END OF SCHOOL MR. ROME!? WELL, ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME AN ANSWER!?"
Defenseless!? I wouldn't call myself defenseless, just 'combatively challenged'.
"Well he-"
"NO, THERE'S NO GOOD REASON TO ASSAULT A SOMEONE FOR ANY REASON, AND YOU CAN BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY ALL OF YOUR PARENTS WILL HEAR THIS, UNDERSTAND ME!?"
"Yes sir….."
Heheh, get got, rich boy. And as I'm preparing to get myself off the ground to go to the dollar store to get myself some bandages, Marcus Rome, son of Yor Rome, owner of the OKC branch of Alchemax, is staring daggers right through me. Guess I'm not going to buy those bandages after I leave, am I? As they continue to get chewed out, I sneak away and get out of the school building as fast as I can. I know Marcus ain't really gonna get punished for anything, but the other's are probably looking to kill me when they get out of-
(Slap!), "Ow, what the heck was that for!?"
"You know exactly what that was for you complete moron! Just be lucky I was able to find Mr. Spears before they turned you into an art canvas!"
"Okay Luce, I get it, can we get out of here before they're done getting yelled at in there?"
This is Lucy Welman, Master of getting me out of any stupid situation I get into and my best friend. And it's safe to say she's not happy with my little stunt. She has very wavy hair, black as pitch, almost turning blue with how dark it is, with it reaching midway down her back. She was wearing a dark blue tank top, clearly finished with her cross country practice.
"Yeah, and trust me, when we're far enough away, your heads gonna turn into a set of bongos, got me? Matt? Hey, get back here!"
No offense, but I'm not exactly in the mood for my head turning into a drum set, so I turn into an Olympic sprinter and bail out of there as fast as I can…..only for me to get tracked down about as fast as I started, getting grabbed by the collar of my jacket.
"(Clicks tongue), You know, I will never understand how you get away from those idiots, especially since your running form is terrible."
"I'm naturally fast, you're naturally fast and a part of the cross country team. Those jerks may be part of the football team, but there's a reason they constantly get blown out in the playoffs."
"Hahahahahaha..ah, fair. They're lucky they play in such a weak division, otherwise they'd never make it. So, depending on what you did, you're gonna get less smacks across the back of your head."
Oh boy.
"So, what'd you do?"
"As payback for giving me a swirly yesterday, I gave them a nice little bath."
"How?"
"...By throwing a bucket of ice water at them."
She rolls her eyes and gives a little chuckle, which is usually a good sign.
"Just be glad I was able to get some help before they started laying into you."
"So sure they didn't already?"
"(Sigh), What'd they do?"
"Marcus punched me in the gut a couple of times. Then I got kicked a few times when I was down."
"(Sigh), You wanna go grab some bandages?"
"I feel like the goons are just gonna be headed to the dollar store after they're done being cursed out, so no, not now at least, maybe later."
"Alright, wanna go get something to eat real quick at least?"
"Sure."
(Later that day),
Me and Luce got some burgers and hid out the rest of the day to avoid Marcus and his cronies. After we separated, I went home at around 5:30 to cool down for the rest of the day. My dad wasn't home yet, and he won't be home for another half hour at minimum. So I sat down, zipped up my jacket, and just watched TV until he came home.
"Matt, are you home yet?"
"Yeah dad, how was work?"
"It was good, how was school?"
"It went good, it went good."
This is my dad, Patrick Summons. Single since I was two, he's done his best to provide for both of us with the crappy office job he has. He has a buzz cut, and is wearing a business suit, minus a blazer.
"So, when do you want me to put the pizza in the air fryer?"
"6:30, not in the mood to eat right now."
"Alright."
"Hey, I asked for a raise today, and I got it"
"Really!?"
"Yeah, 3% increase, we got a little more leeway now to do a few extra things now."
"Thank God."
"But wait, they never gave you a raise before, why now?"
"Apparently our Alchemax made a huge discovery, which they think will make a huge profit."
"So basically, you still got screwed in a sense?"
"Yeah, but it's better than nothing."
"Yeah, fair."
(Thirty minutes later)
Ah, store bought pizza, hope that we don't have to eat this as much anymore. Not that it's bad or anything, but this is all we've had for SIX MONTHS STRAIGHT.
"So, what happened at school today?"
"Not much really, just the usual."
"Alright, got any homework?"
"Just a math sheet."
"Alright, well, get it done and we'll play a board game tonight, which one do you wanna play?"
"Monopoly or game of li-(hiss)"
As I got up from the table, the beating from Marcus and his crew caught up to me, with me collapsing to my knees in pain, I begin holding my side and my dad would quickly come over to check on me.
"Matt, what happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm okay."
My dad proceeds to ask the one question I hoped he wouldn't ask,
"Alright, can you take your jacket off?"
"...Yeah."
I take off my jacket, and my dad sees a decent size blood stain coming from a gash in my side.
"...What happened?"
"I just slipped outside school and scraped myself on the concrete-"
"No,WHAT HAPPENED."
"...Um, M-Marcus and his band of jerks…beat me up…"
The look on my dad's face says everything, knowing that he really can't do anything about it.
"Did the other's parents at least get informed?"
I nodded, staying quiet and almost started to cry. My dad cups my face in his hands, and he then brings me in for a hug. He would then take me into the bathroom, and sees the small gash across my side. He then takes some hydrogen peroxide, grabs some cotton balls, and begins to clean the cut.
"(Groan)"
"Do you trust me?"
"What do you mean, of course I trust you."
"Then why weren't you gonna tell me?"
"Because I know that you can't truly help me in this situation."
"So you don't trust me after all."
I look at my dad and realize what he means. Tears well up in my eyes, and I start to cry. My dad stops cleaning my wound and looks at me with a serious expression.
"Matthew, please understand that you can come to me with these things. Whether I can do something about it or not doesn't matter. All I need is to know what you're going through so I can help YOU, okay?"
"Y-Yeah dad, yeah, okay, I-I under-understand."
Me and my dad hug while I cry in his arms, embracing each other while I ball my eyes out.
(Meanwhile)
A small meteorite flies through the sky and crashes down in the middle of nowhere, and they are immediately surrounded by multiple high tech vehicles. Creatures began to evacuate the meteorite, and are instantly captured inside jars that had lids with suction devices built in. The one that fights the most was an all black one which had shown purple in the light, and it killed two of the individual's trying to wrangle them up. When they were finished, they would load them up into the vehicles. They then turned their attention to the meteor that the creatures had arrived in, and would break it into pieces and would take it along with the creatures.